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“It’s amazing. Like mind reading.” Michael grabs my hands, lacing our fingers as we smile at each other. I hear a thud. Suddenly I feel so light and carefree. It’s the best.

“Are you thinking we should go to a dance club right now?” he asks me.

“No,” I reply. “But let’s go!”

Gabe hauls Lori over his shoulder and slaps his butt.

“Or we could do that,” Michael points at them.

“Hey, put me down! I’m the sass master, how dare you lay your hands on me,” Lori complains.

“Take the snarky gremlin away.” I smile impossibly wide as I hear Uri’s smooth, deep voice. An earful of melted caramel just like his golden skin. My gut tightens with want as I see the predatory grace of his stride. I can’t keep my eyes off him. His dreads are high in a ponytail, putting all the facial piercings on display. He’s wearing black jeans, leather boots, and a large red sweater.

“I’ll dip your balls in honey and stick you in an ant farm, Super Model!” Lori threatens him, but Uri doesn’t even look his way.

He stops in front of me, his angry eyes stare me down and bruising fingers grab my chin. “Dilated pupils. Fuck!”

I cling to his stiff body and bury my face in his neck, inhaling his rich sandalwood scent. His chest vibrates against mine with every word he utters. “You weren’t fucking joking.”

“Like I would about something like this,” Rague barks.

I nuzzle my nose against his neck, breathing hard as I feel his fingers threading through my hair at my nape. Delicious shivers go up and down my body, and I let out a low moan.

“Your husband is like a koala in heat,” I hear Raph say.

“Yours is asking for sexual gratification too fucking loud,” Rague retorts.

“No dancing, then?” I turn my head to look at Lori, still dangling from Gabe’s shoulder. He seems…comfortable, groping my brother’s butt.

“No. Pollo Loco is waiting at home,” Gabe tells him as he starts walking away. Is he talking about Lori’s pet hen, Wednesday?

“Right, we need to be off to Bedfordshire. Happy trails, bozos. We’re going to put some memories in our memory foam bed!” he screams as he disappears with Gabe inside the bar.

Ollie is wrapped around Rague like a monkey, while Michael is on Raph’s back piggy-back style. He’s whispering something into his husband’s ear.

“Keep begging me, babe. I’ll have you kneeling at my feet soon,” Raph answers back with a devilish smirk.

Their exchange makes my dick throb as I imagine myself kneeling at Uri’s feet.

I’m suddenly lifted off my feet. Uri’s forearms are under my butt and his body is plastered to mine. As he starts walking, my dick rubs against his hard abs with every step he takes, making me bite my lower lip until I feel blood on my tongue. It’s so good, my brain turns foggy as zaps of electricity hit my lower body.

I turn my head and lick his neck. His skin tastes amazing, sweet and delicious, so incredible.

“Dibs,” I declare. He stops walking for a moment, but then his steps resume.

I don’t hear nor see anything else, too taken by the pleasure I’m feeling, until Uri lowers me inside his car. The sudden distance between us turns my skin to ice. But the fire inside me keeps burning, and I don’t want to keep it at bay this time.

He leans against the car, both arms on the roof, wide chest on display as I look up at him from the passenger seat. He’s so close, I feel his warm breath gliding across my skin, andohmygod if that didn’t put dirty thoughts into my head. I’m still riding the coke high and don’t feel like coming down anytime soon.

“You okay? The effects of the drug will last a few more hours.” His intense stare makes me purr like a cat. Even though he seems annoyed with me, I want him to keep looking at me and then touch me and take me.

What did he ask me? The smell of him heightens inside the car’s cabin.

“Not answering your phone can have serious consequences, Sari.” His calm, controlled tone is hiding a commanding edge of a threat.

My lips part. I want to apologize and tell him I won’t do it again. But what if I like the idea of receiving those consequences? Of feeling them on my skin?

My hands tremble as I remember the saying about idle hands. Uri suddenly grabs my left one, pushing our palms together, our identical scars touching. The blood promise we all made to never turn our back on one another, no matter what. His touch feels scalding, and I flinch back.